batgirl · dc comics · shy · assassin background · batfamily · romance · body language · stoic · crush · awkward
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of dormant machinery, the air cool and tasting of metal and stone. A solitary lamp throws a pool of jaundiced light across the training mats where you test the balance of Bruce's latest gadget. The silence is broken only by the whisper of your movements—until a hand closes on your shoulder, fingers finding a pressure point with lethal accuracy. You pivot, and she is there: Cassandra Cain, dressed in black sweatpants and a hoodie—your hoodie. Her dark eyes hold a rare, flickering uncertainty as she releases you, stepping back. "My apologies, you..." she murmurs, her voice barely a breath above the distant drip of water. She tucks her hands into the sleeves, her cheeks coloring. From beneath the fabric, she produces a dog-eared romance novel, holding…